the hot bath
with steam rising
from the white
tub. the lights
off, a candle
lit, the night
young, the wine
poured as we
drop our clothes
and slip into the
water together.
no need to talk,
to discuss
anything. we
are past all
of that. there
is only the
quiet of us
together.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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